Those windows twinkled merrily, and smoke puffed warmly from the chimney. By the time I reached the door, I hardly had energy to knock, and sagged aga...nst the door exhausted. No one answered my first knock, so I tried a second time, but my sleeve caught on the lever handle and the door opened inward, dumping me unceremoniously onto the foyer floor. There I lay trying to regain my breath as the wind swept into the room, guttering the flames in the fireplace. I called out in a weak, raspy voice. Oh, you can avoid some of it -- but things have changed in our little group in the last week or so, and they're going to again. If you can point to something and say, 'I don't like to do that', that's one thing. If the thing you want to say is 'I don't think I SHOULD do that', then you need to look hard at why. If there aren't any good, solid reasons out there, then the basis is probably because you don't want to be perceived as a slut. Well, Hon, I'M a slut, and sluts have more fun!" Candace. She moved her tongue along the girls puffy cuntlips, licking at them, whimpering with pleasure. She swiped her tongue up and twirled it about her daughters steaming clit, then began to chew gently at it. Ohhhh, thats good, Mother! Josee squealed, squirming her hips. Eat me&hellip, suck my cunt! Pam slipped her mouth down again, her lips wide. Pressing them to her daughters cunt, she shoved her tongue as deep as she could, swirling it between her sensitive pussylips. Josee squealed and started. He was both relieved and frustrated. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands over his daughters body, to feel the slick wetness he was sure was pouring out of her, and to kiss her hurt away. Shawna knew what he and her mother would be doing tonight, and she wanted to be away from the sounds of them fucking down the hall from her bedroom. John wanted Shawna to be away tonight too. He needed to assure his wife that all was just as she had left it a few weeks ago. He also needed to fuck his.